The silver moon waltzed
Through scattered stars like diamonds
dancing through the night.

©️Lizzie Bevis

My mind dissects each word you speak,
Like puzzle pieces, I must decrypt.
Each detail stowed and analysed,
Each contradiction memorised.
Your lies will always be uncovered,
As habits form, truth is discovered.
I'll turn your tales all day and night,
Until the pieces fit just right.
So spare yourself, I implore,
I will solve your messy jigsaw.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I wake up to the sound of cars
driving through puddles,
Splashing me awake;
Whilst moments ago,
I was dreaming
Of somewhere far away.

The rain should be soothing,
As plump drops beat down
Persistent in their rhythm,
Hammering on the glass
Whilst I hide under covers
And I  do not wish to rise.

©️Lizzie Bevis

My grey blue eyes look for something
to grasp onto in the torrent of my emotions, but I need not look any deeper
than my love for you.

Although, I have despised you,
when you berated my name
under your breathe more than once
but I still found myself loving you again.

Your mindless antics threw me to the wind
when our love was a double-edged sword,
mingling our vigour and passion
as bitter words were spat and scored.

This burning strength of mine
was once a weapon yielded tightly
as my heart beat faster, and my thoughts were once a force to be seldom reckoned with.

Yet, when infuriated I found peace quickly,
and I finally understand why at times
I fought so hard for you,
and why I chose to make a stand.

I did not want to hurt you but,
I longed for you to see
that I wanted you to love yourself
as much as you loved me.

I did not want to hurl my words
and create a storm across an ocean,
but instead to love you as deeply
as the tides of my emotions.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I hear your hollow compliment,
no gilded chains will bind me, see?  
Respect my strength;
Please, don’t patronise me.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I watch you write,  
your pen flowing like a river,  
each word a current
that pulls me under.  
I am ensnared in your story,  
captivated and lost
in the beautiful, broken
and hurting depths of you.

©️Lizzie Bevis

They mistake my softness for weakness,  
Like petals scattered in storms of hurt;  
Not seeing how deep my roots extend  
Through layers of wisdom and lessons learned.  

Each kind word I choose to speak  
Is backed by mountains moved in silence;  
Each tender touch I dare to give  
Springs from battles fought with resilience.  

I've learned that armour weighs down the spirit,
Thorns can wound the hand holding the stem;
While my quiet strength flows like morning light,  
Warming others without consuming them.  

So let them wonder at my gentleness,  
Let them question my peaceful stance;  
Because I have found that mighty rivers  
Flow with grace and not arrogance.  

In a world of sharpened daggers,  
I choose to be the sheltering tree,  
Not because I cannot withstand the storm,  
But because I’ve learned to just simply be.  

My strength lies in understanding  
That my heart does not need to prove,
The power that sustains its caring beat  
And the quiet force that dares to love.  

©️Lizzie Bevis

You read my poetry,
then turned away,  
as if the words
had nothing to say.  
Each line was a pulse,
it was a part of me,  
yet you drift on past,
too blind to see  
that my verses ache,
hoping to be heard,  
yet silence lingers,
louder than each word.  
The ink may fade,
but my feelings remain,  
as I laid my heart bare,
was it all in vain?

©️Lizzie Bevis

In passing hours,
the clock unwinds,  
as efficiency dissolves
into wasting time
and with idle hands,
the moments slip,  
each second lost,
the clock still ticks…

As they continue to believe
that there is plenty of time
to fulfil and achieve
some sort of half-arsed
productivity?!

©️Lizzie Bevis

First breaths taken, gentle cries,  
under watchful parents’ eyes.  
The first sweet taste of mother's milk  
she cradles skin as soft as silk.  
Tiny fingers reach and curl,  
as a new life greets this changing world.

Unsteady steps lead to tumbles down,  
tear-stained cheeks and a fading frown;  
Bruised knees bleeding on the ground,  
their brave face crumpling at the sound.  
Kiss the hurt and dry those tears,  
hug away the pain and fears.

Playground skirmishes leave a trace,
young hearts grapple with their place,  
as games and friendships shape their days,  
exploring life in myriad ways.  
Reading tales and counting stars,  
as time slips swiftly through youthful hours.

Changes come in the undertow,  
As pre-teen tempests start to blow.  
Mirrors now become their cage,  
with self-doubt writing every page.  
Finding paths through storms within,  
as adolescent shifts begin.

Teenage years bring deeper thought
and independence fiercely sought.  
Screaming words they don’t quite mean,  
piercing hearts of parent and teen.  
Growing pains lead to hearts that yearn,  
and life's harsh lessons left to learn.

To guide them through each perilous phase,  
and love them through their changing days.  
Watch them sleep like years before,  
until their world stops outside your door.  
Time slips too quickly through growing hands,  
leaving a void that no one understands.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Some doors are meant to stay unopened,
Some questions left silent in the air,
Some chapters end without conclusion,
Some paths often lead to nowhere.

Not every story needs an ending,
Not every wound needs words to heal,
Not every heart requires mending,
Not every truth needs a big reveal.

There's wisdom in quietly leaving,
There’s grace in letting mysteries be,
There’s peace in simply believing
That what must flow will find the sea.

So loosen your grip on expectations,
Release the need to understand,
Accept the silent explanations,
Because it is not a part of your plan.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In this ceramic sanctuary,
I find restoration and clarity.
A simple pleasure
yet profound,
in this cup of tea
my joy is found.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Through soft static,
the silence hums,  
as a steady tide,
where chaos succumbs  
and white noise swaddles us
in its soothing embrace
drowning out the clamour,
creating tranquil space,
tuning into the comforting drone,
as peaceful slumber finally comes.

©️Lizzie Bevis

A single red rose
blooms into I love you,
as note paper confessions
fold into origami kisses.

Hearts melt like chocolate
on nervous tongues,
as the world holds its breath
when you blush and smile.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Crystal stars pierce evening skies,
While breath clouds dance and fade away,
As shortened winter daylight dies,
And frost-touched branches gently sway.

The air nips sharp at nose and chin,
As nature dims its weary sight,
And drowsy shadows usher in
The softest curtain of the night.

Each creature seeks its quiet den,
As time itself moves sweet and slow.
While winter whispers, once again,
Beneath the alabaster snow.

Through silver webs of frozen lace,
The world drifts deep in winter's spell,
As sleep wraps earth in soft embrace,
While dreams deep within us dwell.

The season calls with gentle lure,
Through frosty breath and starlit nights,
As heavy eyelids find their cure
In winter's soft and silver lights.

Beneath this blanket crystal-deep,
Where dreams and snowflakes softly fall,
The earth and I begin to sleep,
While winter's hushes gently call.

The world grows still and crystal clear,
Beneath the serene and darkened sky,
As peaceful slumber draws us near,
To winter's softest lullaby.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Though you are not a deity,
each step that you take here
becomes sacred to me.
Your path leaves trails of light
and my heart bows at your feet.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Sometimes,
When I am with my demons or angels,
and drowning alone in silence,
I find solace in my inauspicious life.

Sometimes,
Solitude is the only place
where I can remain contemplative,
as thoughts freely flow within my mind.

Sometimes,
There is beauty in quiet introspection,
my unvoiced passions are never denied,
but must I remain unloved, as time slowly slips by?

Is my mind merely irresolute?
Torn into pieces by ambivalent thought,
at war with itself, until reason intervenes...

and then I begin to write.

©️Lizzie Bevis